I am the one who loves from under the skin of a falcon

I am the mother of the one who rises up for the sun

And when his work is done the black mare brings to him the skeleton

Of the sun, the gold is gone

Of the sun, the gold is gone

Circle of the Gods, they stood around my good son

Brother's hand is the blind one, takes the heart blood

How could I not know the evil of that arrow?

Made up of the one golden bough I let go

I am the one who cries alone

My tears on the branch be enthroned

Only the light of the snow will take me from my winter home down to the long ship that glows

The fire burns the season's ghost

Of the sun, the gold is gone

Of the sun, the gold is gone